I Use Illusions To Control The Whole World Chapter 10
Don’t worry, i’m not a bad person either
Nan Mo was startled, but she still explained, “I don’t mean that kind of hard. I mean his whole body is hard—his skin feels like steel!”
Su Mu narrowed his eyes slightly. Skin as hard as steel? Was that the power of a transcendent being, or was it unique to Yang Dongqing?
He didn’t dwell on it for too long—answers would come soon enough.
Afterward, he told Nan Mo the next phase of the plan.
Upon hearing it, Nan Mo’s expression turned anxious. “You want to kill him?”
Su Mu smiled. “No. I just want to ask him a few questions.”
“But… if it’s just to ask questions, is all this really necessary?” Nan Mo’s heart was still uneasy.
“You’re speaking too much.”
Though he was still smiling, that smile sent shivers down her spine.
She didn’t dare say another word and respectfully excused herself.
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That night, in a rundown bungalow, Yang Dongqing stared absentmindedly at the figure bustling in the kitchen.
A girl in an apron moved gracefully in the cramped space, like a butterfly fluttering through a garden.
Having spent so long facing life-and-death dangers, he felt relaxed for the first time in ages.
“Dinner’s ready!” The little chef, Nan Mo, beamed as she brought two dishes to the table. Her pale arms swept past Yang Dongqing’s eyes, as the scent of food and her own soft fragrance mixed and drifted into his nose.
“Hey, what are you staring at? Hurry and try my cooking. I used all my best skills to thank you.” Nan Mo waved her white, delicate hand in front of his eyes.
Yang Dongqing came back to his senses and picked up his chopsticks to eat.
It was his first time eating with a girl at such a close distance—especially a beautiful one. He was nervous and completely clueless about what to say to break the awkward silence. Fortunately, Nan Mo was as lively as a little songbird, chatting nonstop.
That meal, Yang Dongqing ate a lot—and felt genuinely satisfied.
“Full?”
“Yeah, I’m stuffed.”
Nan Mo smiled happily, her big eyes curling like crescent moons. “Good. Then I’ll head off to work.”
At those words, Yang Dongqing’s expression changed. He knew she was going to sing at the bar again, but for a girl, that was too dangerous.
“Can’t you not go?”
Nan Mo kept smiling. “If I don’t work, are you going to support me?”
Hot blood surged in Yang Dongqing’s chest. The words nearly blurted out: “I…”
“Oh stop it, I was just joking. What would you use to support me anyway? People like us can barely keep ourselves alive.”
She stood up. “I’m going now, Yang Dongqing…”
Bang.
The worn-out door slammed shut. Her petite figure disappeared, and the joyful laughter in the room vanished like an illusion, leaving behind only silence.
Yang Dongqing clenched his fists and declared, “Jasmine, I’ll support you!”
In the past, he would never have said something like that—he could barely support himself. But now, as a transcendent, money? That was nothing. It was his for the taking.
Then he also left, planning to earn some money. How? Simple—rob the rich to help the poor. Rob the rich… to help his own poverty.
In District Thirteen, there were more than enough rich scumbags.
A long time later, Yang Dongqing returned, satisfied with his loot. He happily made his way to Moonlight Bar—Jasmine’s workplace.
“I made over fifty thousand this time. That’s enough for a good stretch of living.” He recalled the cheap dress Jasmine had been wearing. After those two beasts tore it, she hadn’t thrown it away—just sewed it up and kept wearing it.
“I can buy her a new dress.”
But when he reached Moonlight Bar, his entire body froze.
The bar’s entrance had been smashed in.
Whoosh!
He dashed inside.
The interior was a mess—broken glass everywhere, spilled liquor soaking the floor. The waitstaff were all injured, and the man who looked like the boss kept sighing helplessly.
Yang Dongqing looked around, but there was no sign of Nan Mo.
Panic surged.
“Where’s Jasmine?! Where is she!?” he roared, veins bulging on his forehead.
Everyone was startled. No one answered.
Yang Dongqing grabbed one waiter by the collar and lifted him off the ground. “Where is Jasmine!!”
“S-she was taken!” the waiter stammered, trembling.
Rage erupted from Yang Dongqing. “Who took her?!”
“I-it was two customers wrapped in bandages. They stormed in with a bunch of people, smashing everything in sight. They said something like, ‘Last time someone saved you. Let’s see who can save you now!’”
Yang Dongqing instantly understood. It was those same scumbags who tried to assault Jasmine before!
Now, he regretted deeply—regretted not killing them on the spot.
“Where did they go?!”
“I-I don’t know!”
Just then, the boss suddenly said, “Viper Gang! I saw black snake tattoos on them. They’re from the Viper Gang!”
Boom!
Yang Dongqing let go. The waiter collapsed to the ground as he turned and rushed out without a word.
The Viper Gang’s name was infamous throughout District Thirteen. Everyone knew them. Their headquarters was located at the far northwest edge of the district, near the ruins—a chaotic and lawless area.
His heart pounded with anxiety. He didn’t dare imagine what would happen to someone as delicate and beautiful as Nan Mo if she fell into the Viper Gang’s hands.
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Back in the bar, after Yang Dongqing left, the once-chaotic scene fell into eerie silence. Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared after him.
The boss, who had been sighing moments ago, now wore a blank expression. He pulled out a phone, brought it to his ear, and respectfully reported, “Chief, the prey has taken the bait.”
“Mm. I know,” came a deep, magnetic voice on the other end.
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“Does it taste good?”
In a surveillance room, Su Mu, dressed in a black suit, held a glass of red wine and asked casually.
He was seated at a large rosewood table. Across from him sat Nan Mo.
Nan Mo cautiously sipped the expensive wine, her delicate lips leaving a faint mark on the crystal glass.
“It’s good. I’ve never had wine this fancy before.”
Su Mu smiled slightly. “I don’t like lies.”
Nan Mo froze. “Actually, it’s not that good… a bit bitter.”
“Now that’s better. I think it tastes terrible too. Try the steak—it’s premium M9.”
Nan Mo nodded, cut off a small piece, and put it in her mouth.
The moment the steak touched her tongue, she understood what true tenderness and flavor meant. It was better than anything she’d ever eaten—except maybe snacks.
But after one bite, she didn’t dare eat more. Su Mu hadn’t started eating.
“It’s fine, go ahead. We’ve still got some time before Yang Dongqing shows up for his hero rescue.”
At the mention of Yang Dongqing, Nan Mo fell silent. She quietly ate the steak, but her heart felt strangely uneasy.
“You’re really not going to kill him?”
The eyes behind Su Mu’s amber glasses narrowed slightly. “Falling for him already?”
Nan Mo shook her head. “No. He’s a good person… I’m not worthy of him. I just can’t bear the guilt. If he really dies because of me…”
“Relax. I’m not a bad person.”
Nan Mo: “…”
She glanced at the two towering men behind Su Mu, their bulging waistbands clearly hiding firearms. Then she looked at the surveillance screens, where black-clad men with weapons lay in ambush everywhere.
It was really hard to associate Su Mu with the words “not a bad person.”
